Michaela cocked her head, sending the shadows from the firelight bouncing across her angled features. “Really?”
Katie helped herself to another heaping bite. “When those coyotes surrounded me, right before I saw your camp, I figured they smelled the venison my sister packed for my dinner. So I gave the steaks a fling into the brush and ran.”
Slapping her leg, Michaela let loose with a whoop. “You fed the coyotes? My dear girl, you’re lucky they didn’t eat you alive!”
Katie pondered this and cleaned her plate of the gritty beans. “But they’d already had my steaks, what would they want with me?”
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